The last time we were in the mountains, Mom and I wandered into this little hole in the wall. We drive by the place every time we are in town, but had never stopped. It doesn't look like much from the road which is probably why we had never checked it out, but Mom and I were in a serious hunting mood that day and felt like exploring.
For all you ball jar lovers, you would have loved it. There were shelves and shelves of old bottles and jars ranging in price from $3-5. They guy watching shop that day,who happened to be sitting in a lawn chair outside, told us to go around to the back and to look inside the school buses.
Inside the school buses were more jars and junk. The buses were without wheels and were just sitting there in the yard. Maybe I'm weird, but I love places like this.
It was on this day that my jar collection began.